He saw and heard, felt and tasted, life in greater lengths and
breadths. He comprehended more of the pattern. The tones and
semi-tones fell into the long scale. Such moments brought always
elevation, deep satisfaction.... More of the will particles traveled
from below to the center by the door.
The soul turned the mind and directed it upon Alexander Jardine's own
history. It spread like a landscape, like a continent viewed from the
air, and here it sang with attainment and here it had not attained;
and here it was light, and here there were darknesses; right-doing
here and wrong-doing there and every shade between. He saw that there
was right- and wrong-doing quite outside of conventional standards.
Where were frontiers? The edges of the continent were merely spectral.
Where did others end and he begin, or he end and others begin? He saw
that his history was very wide and very deep and very high. Through
him faintly, by nerve paths in the making, traveled the touch of
oneness.
Alexander Jardine--Elspeth Barrow--Ian Rullock. And all others--and
all others.
There swam upon him another great perspective. He saw Christ in light,
Buddha in light. The glorified--the unified. _Union._
Alexander Jardine--Elspeth Barrow--Ian Rullock. And all others--and
all others. _For we are members, one of another.
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